Spike woke with a splash of freezing water on his face. He coughed, his eyes slowly opening. In front of him was a pony he knew well. “Hey, Spiky,” the bubbly baker greeted. “Have a nice nap?” At the end of her words, she made a popping noise to emphasize the ‘p.’

“Huh?” Spike mumbled, glancing around. He was in a very dark room with only one spotlight somewhere above him. There was a foul odor that emanated from his right, but no matter how far he turned his head, all he saw was darkness. He was bound to a mostly upright table, with duct tape clinging to his wrists and ankles. His throat felt sore as he croaked, “Where… am I?”

“In the basement,” Pinkie replied plainly. Her eyes were staring daggers into Spike, but her mouth smiled softly. Any other pony would’ve thought she was delighted, but the bondage he found himself in said otherwise. “Say, wanna play a game?”

He hesitated. “A-A game?” he stuttered. He glanced around the room again, straining his eyes in hopes of seeing what was around him. All he saw were outlines of bizarrely shaped furniture, which gave him no clue as to what was about to happen. Gulping, he asked, “W-What kind of game?”

“A fun one, silly,” Pinkie giggled. She bounced out of sight, causing Spike’s heart to race. He heard squeaks of four small wheels coming towards him to his right. As it creaked to a halt just out of his view, Pinkie bounced back in front of him. “So, word around town says you got together with Rarity right before she disappeared,” Pinkie sang. “Is it true?”

Spike’s eyes went wide. “W-Woah hangs on a minute,” he stammered. “A-Are you saying you think I’m the reason Rarity’s been missing?”

Manically laughing, Pinkie assured, “Of course not! I was just wondering how it felt. I know you’ve been pining after her for quite some time.”

A bit of his anxiety was eased. “O-Oh,” Spike replied, smiling. “Well, uh, i-it was f-fine, I guess.”

“Just fine?” Pinkie questioned. “Not super-duper-overly-fantastic-mazing?”

“Uh, I-I mean, yeah, it was,” he gulped, “great. Uh, so, how’d y-you find out, exactly?”

Bouncing out of view, Pinkie explained, “Rarity came by right after! She was really tired after your fun together.” She giggled. “She even fell asleep in the middle of eating. Say, mind if I turn the lights on? I mean, the spotlight’s fun and all, but I think I need to see a bit more before we start our game.”

With that, the lights flicked on. Spike winced at the sudden brightness, but as his eyes opened, his heart stopped. Surrounding him wasn’t a bunch of furniture. Instead, there were a giant collection of taxidermy ponies in various poses. Some were in groups, like a dentist with a patient. Others were separate, like a pale-yellow stallion reading a book. In the center of them stood a large piece. There was a stallion with his head seemingly bashed in. Blood, which Spike hoped was fake, trailed to the hooves of a pristine white unicorn with a purple mane, connecting the two.

“Like what I’ve done?” Pinkie asked, bouncing over to the taxidermy Rarity. “It really takes a lot of effort to do this, you know. But, in the end, it’s worth every bit of it.” Pinkie seemed to be entranced by her horrific works, staring off into space. Shaking her thoughts away, she locked eyes with Spike again. “And the best part? You get to be a part of it!”

Spike’s pupils shrunk to pinpricks as he stared in horror. “You see, Rarity here wanted you to join her along with this guy,” Pinkie explained, pointing to the bashed-in head. “She was really enthusiastic about it too. You should have seen the passion in her eyes. It’s funny, you know? All my other assistants would just scream, but not her! No sir. She was laughing with joy the whole way through. Shame I can’t work with them forever… but oh well!” Bouncing right in front of Spike, Pinkie leaned her head in, her eyes crazed as she said, “Now I’ve got you! And from what Twilight’s said, you’re the best assistant around!”

“P-Please! L-Let me go,” Spike cried. “I-I-I promise I won’t tell anypony! I swear!”

Pinkie shook her head as her smile turned upside down. “Let me make this more clear,” Pinkie huffed. “I never wanted to play with you. I never wanted to use you in one of my masterpieces. To put it bluntly, you don’t deserve the honor. But, that being said, one of my best-est friends and greatest assistant requested that you join her, and I’m not going to disappoint her.” Backing away and taking a deep breath, Pinkie let her mouth form a smile again. It was as if a switch was flipped in her brain. Once again, she had the happy deminer she almost always had. “Now. Let’s get started!”

Gulping hard, Spike watched Pinkie walk over to a metal cart. The cart contained a few clear bins full of items. Pliers, wrenches, hammers, screwdrivers, and more were piled in one of the bins haphazardly. Another, marked with a biohazard symbol, held a collection of old, rusty syringes full of strange liquids.

There were also items outside the clear bins. There was an external battery with two clamps hanging from it, a gallon of water, and a stiff towel. However, what caught Spike’s eyes most was a skinny burgundy box. It had fancy golden letters printed on its top, but he couldn’t quite read it.

“Ooh,” Pinkie remarked. “I see you found my very special present for you!” The word special made his skin crawl. “Here! I’ll open it!”

Spike’s heart began racing in anticipation. What was in that box? A knife? Somepony’s flesh? Knowing Pinkie, it could’ve been a deflated balloon for all he knew. Finally, the lid was removed, revealing a bunch of rods. All were relatively thin, barring the one to the far right.

Confusion swept over him. He remembered seeing them before. Back when Twilight was in Canterlot, she studied for an exam on medical instruments, and he had seen a photo of something similar in the book she was reading. He remembered it had something to do with sound.

“Like what you see?” Pinkie asked, her smile widening. “I had them delivered by hoof just this morning! Funny enough, it turned out Mr. Cake actually had the same thing in his drawer. Kinda wish I didn’t spend the bits on it now, but oh well! Ready to test them out?”

Whatever was going to happen, he knew he didn’t have a choice. He closed his eyes and prepared for whatever was going to happen.

His heart fluttered as he felt a hoof press down on his cock. His cheeks blushed. Is she trying to… jerk me off?

Giggling, Pinkie laughed, “You really like this, don’t you?”

He could feel his member getting hard. Maybe this wasn’t going to be so-

Suddenly he felt a burning sensation on the tip of his cock as a cold rod began pushing down onto it. He twinged as he felt the rod slowly push into his urethra. His arousal quickly turned to intense pain. He screamed, his whole body trying to jerk away. The pain just got worse, but he couldn’t help it. Something instinctual was telling him to move.

The rod continued to sink in for what felt like ages until it finally slowed to a halt. The burning continued. Blood began oozing out around the rod from a lack of lubricant. It dripped down onto the floor, amusing Pinkie more than the screams. She giggled maniacally, watching Spike flail about. “Please,” Spike pled, “take it out! Fuck- it hurts! PLEASE!”

Pinkie only giggled. “Oh, Spike,” she mocked. “It’s supposed to hurt. If I wanted it to be pleasureful, I would’ve used lube first.”

Even with lube, this would hurt, Spike thought. Tears began flowing from his eyes, making his cheeks raw. “Please! I beg you! I’m sorry, okay? Just please, MAKE IT STOP!”

More excited giggles came from Pinkie as he thrashed in his bonds. “Just you wait, Spiky! We’re not nearly done yet!” Pinkie bounced over to the metal cart and glanced over the contents until her eye caught a rusty scalpel. “Ooh! This looks fun!” Picking it up in her teeth, she trotted back over to Spike.

Spike’s eyes locked onto the scalpel. He could feel sweat pour down his forehead. “P-Please,” he cried. “I can’t take any more of this! I said, I’m sorry!”

Giggling, Pinkie lowered the scalpel towards Spike’s testicles. He tried to squirm away, only to be stopped by her hoof. “Hold still,” Pinkie warned, her mouth firmly gripping onto the handle of the scalpel.

He whaled as he began to feel the blade cut into him. He tried to move out of the way, but Pinkie’s firm hoof held him still. He felt more blood trickle down the bottom of his ball sack and drip off of him. Adrenaline began to kick in, but still, the tape held firm.

Pinkie pulled back to see her handiwork… only to be surprised by what she saw. She had cut through his testicles, yet there was still a thick bit of skin left holding it together. “Wow,” Pinkie remarked. “Didn’t know dragons had such thick skin!” Giggling, she continued, “Guess I’ll have to get the big guns!”

She bounced away, only to return with a bloodstained combat knife. “Now this’ll work wonders,” she exclaimed, moving back to Spike’s balls. In one quick motion, she slit through the sack, causing his testicles to dangle out of the sack.

Shrieking at the top of his lungs, Spike clenched his fists together as his body convulsed. The immense pain only worsened as Pinkie tapped one of them with her hoof. She giggled with glee, tapping the other.

She began hitting them over and over again, watching them swing back and forth. Spike felt cramps and bruises from around his groin, adding to the fire he felt in his urethra. His legs shook as blood trickled down them. Finally, when she’d had her fun with them, she sliced through the thin strands holding them, neutering him.

The pain overwhelmed his mind. His brain gave in, and he fell unconscious. Suddenly, he felt a burst of energy, forcing his mind awake once again. He gasped, his reddened eyes shooting open. He saw Pinkie pull out a needle, chuckling to herself. “Not time to say goodbye yet, Spike!”

Fresh tears began flowing down his cheeks as he cried out in anguish. “Please… Stop this…” His voice had become hoarse from all the screaming, so his cries were mere whimpers.

Pinkie ignored his pleas, bouncing to her cart again. “Hmm,” she hummed, rubbing her chin. “What next?” Her eyes scanned the contents of the cart. Pliers were what caught her eyes first. “Ooh! These would be fun! Hey, Spike? When’s the last time you went to the dentist?”

All Pinkie got was another whimper. Shrugging, she plucked the pliers off the table and bounced back to Spike. She sat on her haunches, picking the pliers up with her hooves. “Open wide, Spiky-wiky,” she ordered.

Spike clenched his mouth shut to the point where it hurt.

“Now, Spike,” Pinkie scolded. “If you don’t open your mouth, I’m gonna have to pry it open. And from what Minuette told me, that’s not very fun.”

He thought through his options. Maybe if I comply, she’ll be gentle, Spike thought. Then again, she just mutilated me. What do I do? Gulping, Spike cracked open his mouth. He shook with fear as the pliers came closer. This is gonna hurt, isn’t it?

As Spike squeezed his eyes shut, Pinkie clamped onto one of his fangs. Using all her strength, she yanked the pliers towards her, causing the tooth to rip out of his mouth. Blood spewed out his mouth, making Pinkie giggle. “One down, one to go,” Pinkie informed.

Spike whaled from the new source of pain. He could taste the salty warm blood filling his mouth. His stomach groaned as some of the blood trickled down his throat, forcing him to swallow. Despite this, he kept his mouth open. He wasn’t going to take a chance and make Pinkie mad.

He braced for the next tooth to be pulled. He felt the hard pliers hit the surface of his tooth. They clamped down, and in a quick motion, yanked the other fang out. Fresh blood filled his mouth. The immense pain, combined with the metallic flavor of his blood, made his stomach writhe. A cascade of blood and vomit poured down his mouth and chin.

Giggling again, Pinkie hopped over to the cart again. As she searched for another way to torture him, Spike cried to himself. His voice seemed distorted a bit now that his fangs were gone. His throat and cock burned equally now, his head beginning to feel light. Blood still was trickling down his legs and onto the concrete floor. If it weren’t for the urethra sound stuck in him, he’d have most certainly peed himself by now.

To think he honestly thought Pinkie was inviting him to a party. Him. Nopony ever invited him to a party. At least not without his oh so special sister. He gritted his blood-covered teeth. And to think that Rarity, somepony who he had dedicated so much time to, would reject him. Somepony who he loved and cherished each and every day ever since he met her. The thought made his blood boil. Ungrateful bitch.

Pinkie bounced back, holding a needle full of green liquid. “Whelp,” she said, staring down at the needle. “It’s sure been fun playing with you, but I think it’s about time to wrap things up.” Pinkie bounced over to him and stuck the needle into his left arm. Slowly, she pushed the plunger down.

Spike felt the fluid seep into him. He whimpered. “Aw, don’t worry, Spike,” Pinkie cooed. “Soon, this’ll all be over. Then I get to turn you into a brilliant art piece! Won’t that be fun?” His scales began itching, driving him mad. He squirmed on the table, trying to scratch as best as possible.

“Say, I’ve gotta ask. Did you really think you had a chance with Rarity? I mean, no offense, but you weren’t exactly her type.”

“F-Fuck you…” he muttered. The itching ceased, but an invisible flame replaced it, engulfing him. As his heart began racing, his vision became distorted. The walls began flowing in an unnatural direction, and the world began to have a green tint to it.

Pinkie’s brow furrowed, and her smile dropped. “Hey,” she scolded. “That’s not a very nice thing to say. We had so much fun together, and you insult me?” Pinkie huffed, crossing her forelegs as she sat on her haunches again. “You’re lucky to even be here.”

Spike scowled as his vision worsened. Breathing had become difficult, but fortunately, whatever Pinkie injected him with numbed the pain him his mouth. Everything else, though, continued to increase in intensity. “Fuck you,” Spike repeated with a bit more emphasis.

“You know what? I’m done playing.” Pinkie stood and sauntered over to the cart again, grabbing hold of her combat knife again. Making her way back over, she leveled the knife across Spike’s neck. Without hesitation, she made a giant slit through his throat.

Spike felt the wind flow out of him. He tried his best to continue to breathe, but he couldn’t. He felt his chest tighten up and his heart stop. “So much for you being the best assistant,” Pinkie muttered.

His eyelids felt like stone, and he was forced to close them. He felt his mind drift to unconsciousness. The world around him floated away as a pleasurable tingling covered his body, taking all the pain he felt. Light began flooding his eyes, despite them being closed. His thoughts became incoherent, jumbled colors, that evaporated in seconds. Soon the colors were gone, and nothing remained.

Author's Note

Thus starts the sequel to Rarity Has a Bad Day! I hope you enjoyed this first chapter. It was certainly fun writing it, though a little nauseating (which wasn't helped by me being sick again). Thank you so much for reading, and have a lovely day!